Two summers ago I got engaged. When my wife-to-be said yes I was both nervous and excited.

I remember coming home to my tiny apartment that night and thinking “We are going to need more space.” I knew I would have to plan to sell my own property and buy a bigger home.

I remember thinking how important this move was not only for me, but for us. The game plan was to sell my apartment and get as much money as I could, then move in with my sister until we found a new place to buy.

I had to start immediately because we had a wedding scheduled and the thought of having my wife move in with me to my sister's house was not a great way to start a marriage. I now had someone else depending on me to get the move done. We wanted our own home.

I remember going through the process that I would normally take a seller through. Making sure all the paperwork was reviewed at the beginning, making sure I was going to have enough money to make the move realistic, pricing the condo correctly (I did NOT want to be one of those agents who had their home listed for 450 days on the MLS.) Staging my condo making sure it looked perfect all the time, getting my photographer in there, and finally activating the listing.

I received multiple offers, one all cash and I negotiated a fully asking price offer!

After my property sold, it was on to phase two, which was finding an apartment close to my job, in a nice area, with parking that we could easily afford, so we could continue to save. Our goal has always been to save up to buy a house one day.

I remember having to live out of suitcases for a few months, and how half of my items were in storage while I waited to close on our new home. And although I love my sister, and her boyfriend for letting me live with them, after a few months I knew it was time to move on.

Buying my first property with my wife was incredibly important because it wasn't just my home, it was "our home."  Having other people rely on you coming through adds to the level of importance and stress!

As a parent, a partner, a friend or a child, I'm sure you know what it feels like to have others depend on you to come through for them.

So, I would love to hear more about your story. Let me know of a time when others were depending on you to come through for the.  A time where you had to step up, when you couldn't let the people closest to you down.

I can't wait to hear from you.

P.S.  This was a photo of us our first night in our new place.